ODE
ON THE INSIDE
Clean-cut, like a wound
closing upon itself
time-lapse, the walls
so quietly purify
my guarded eyes
windows thrown open
to a fresh wind gust
crisp with loud alabaster white
blinding! after the mustiness
of time-lapse emotionlessness
pain collected by the mute air-
conditioners of The Dark:
My Room decorated How I Feel
because th'bird
who also feels
cannot decorate his nest himself
O Disfashionable Nature
decorates his nest insensibly
while I, privileged I
can decorate my room just
how I feel
Something Other Than
even eyes (two pieces of cake
which once was a piece of cake
before the door was closed between them
and I abandoned part of my room
to make more room
My Emptiness!
--Then
momentarily--I returned
to Th'Room
cultivated
to plant a Rose)
... as I tried
to explain to Mankind
words failed me, until I let go
watching Th'Wind
like some dispatching All
clutching a total loss
in the enduring bronze lines
of its crippling talons
I let go completely of even
the need for explanation
And not bothering to say Goodbye
I closed my door & prayed
within the dark
... while Life kept on
banging at my door (which
I would not open even if I could
--knowing who was without)
for which: the World piled up The Dust
outside, over & above me, with
but their tongues,so snugly inside themselves
unfeelingly, insensibly, I almost
beside myself, shaken, while in
Th'Fury of its action: Storm
like some monstrous crumb-
ling of all Possibility
upon some outside tree vent its
Frustration pouring The World on
its limbs & crushing th'daring leaves
to the ground
--Yet
in the beating it received
that tree made no protesting sound! And
there remained to my
delivered
eyes: a Silence soughing upon Th'Air
something more poignant than
a thousand cries
could've put there--
& flew down
to my side, accepting a tiny crumb
after the mustiness of time-lapse, all healed,
rapturously
& winged quick
over the field
of blooming infinite,
feral & fulfilled.